Hate swelled up inside me,

choking me,strangling me,

hiding myself from behind it

i could only stand and watch as i bellowed

and shout at my friend.


I heard me abuse him,

poison others against him

and do many despicable things

then myself forced its way through

and i shook myself hands and said i was sorry.


Hate is a funny thing;

it splits you in two,

one part against the other

so that you can never win.


                                            BY:Rena Boodram


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